Intelligent Orgy

Books! I read them 6 at a time,

television sets are lit, as I-

there is an orgy in my mind...

Tittilating, mass debating, criticizing

always rating..

rating, polling,

thought controlling

Orgy in my mind...

Clarity?

One lump or two? 

A dose? 

Biscotti?

A bit of glue?

A shattered heart,

a search for depths...

unsatisfied with man...

friendship, passion-

So ellusive!

Catch me if you can!

Analyze this,

felt the stickiness

of the kiss,

programming bitter sweet...

Mesmerized with salience

A producer of products

weeds need culling, pulling-

roots and blood-meal spilled...

Careless glutton free of labors,

holes and patches 

store bought distress blue jeans,

illusions and antithesis

fulfills material thneeds!

Paddy wagons doctored Zues!

God of WAR and More.

Statuesque claims against a history,

marred by lying candle flames,

casting shadows sketching eyes,

a skeptics abstract view-

a periodic table lost and traded ...

a couchsurfers lot filled with bottles and cans

a blunt wrapper away from disaster,

another selfie stick brush pile,

rabbits hutch in the city dumps-

the slums, the dregs where we run for drugs,

where the hood at it just ain't,

Edgar Allen Raven of

Nevermore...

A Saint.

So, while you watch one show,

I watch six at three and nine,

there is an orgy in my mind!

True FREEDOM I have found and share

a glimpse of it with you!

Yes a periodic table of colors,

Painting in every hue.

The colors I have mixed and found

discovered lovers new,

A fan... a friend not

searching for treasure as all seem to...

finding nothing but a promise renewed,

at the end of every day in time,

tomorrow things will be rewarding,

there's an orgy in my mind.

It's just an old sappy love song,

sap, sap oh sappy file,

just an old sappy love song,

playing in the background 

at the orgy in my mind.

Yes just a file tucked away from view

of every critical friendship I always find...

It just an old sappy love song-

somewhere in the orgy in my mind.

Thank you for sharing with me.

I have too much love stored up too long. 

The shelves have broken in my forgotten barn.

There is no need to sound alarms,

I am still sharing with open arms.

Inspired by my very, very special Crew.

They know who they are..

The Magnificent, and symbolically Eternal

Future, My Special 8.

Life's Magic

The trails of life are exciting,

the berries and flowers,

the salamanders..

the scent of the beech in the air..

Wild leeks dancing fragrance,

morels of a story that nature so lovingly shares,

but the beauty is discarded with sharing,

conspiracies not meant to be-

the love is then wasted on a two way street going nowhere.

The black tears glistening for no one to see, 

but the demons staring through the dusty cracks, 

of the closet of life...

keeping you sublimely hidden,

sick jokes for a laugh-

have a coke and a smile because m & m's make friends,

over a broken kit-kat-

rolling a roll-o to contradiction

fiction and fantasy with a salty end.

Raisins and uncashed Chex-

Soy led bittersweet seeming in a scent, drawing more blood to the filthy surface by the hand of an devious artist voting for the end of a dream dreamed by demons trying to have their way with the back door of a glorious party, holier than thou- pregnant with a cow that no one wants to milk-

cheese never will be made from a tax break,

a claim with a flag never asserted or defined 

although quiet eyes hear the vibrations of lies larger than life itself!

Oh, elf on a shelf-

a waif so naive, with a run in the nylons- everyone makes it a point, 

defining their own illustrations-

sketched without truth-

a colorless hue yet to be named by the scientific critic.

Mad Zack, Captain Mad Zack...

dying to share with you but the Crew...

Gleefully reaps a bounty unwanted by 

the masses thirst for Caesar and his Circus!

The Dragon rises from the stagnant depths of a Cesspool punch bowl, 

yet to be drank from by the idiots searching to swim in a wake of gluttonous abuse to a cherished item, eradicating it's use by the peasants awaiting to become piss-drunk by the urine of some PUNK needing a tool or two employed- only to be sourced from a waste of a society, Searching for a whore- A Sodom and Gomorah...holding a Tora while sipping a salty broth sopped up by a flavorless wafer. So savor the salt from your brow, and count, once again, these cementitious blocks willingly built to form the prison of the mind of a potentially powerful weapon.

I just penned this because my pen-is more powerful then The Sword of Short Sentences, easily done with a book of lesser importance! Of Fantasy! Oh Fantasy! Fiction! The Whore- The Profiteer! Capitalizing on selfishness and greed, trading away integrity to rob the Earth and The Angels.

Time Served! You are free to return for more bologna, soggy bread, "Jim Jones" and a cookie consisting of oats meant for cattle. Enjoy your meaningless chattle, for I am off on my adventure, my trail that I am conspiring - yes, sharing with you...

Zachery Polk

5/29/2021 9:11- 9:25 a.m.

#A.D. Justice, #Tom Sciuba, #Loren Shay, #Sophie Kealin, #Jennifer Frisch, Warefrica Stamps, and many other Valued Crew Members. Good Morning to you, and Safe Travels on your paths. I await to read you log book entailing your journey.